Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Gypsies (№ 310305)

Look: under the distant arch
Walking free moon;
On the whole of nature in passing
Equal to the radiance pouring it.
Look to the cloud anytime,
It is so magnificently lit -
And that's really passed to another;
And then a short visit.
Who in the sky the place it will indicate
primola: stop there!
Who is the heart of the young maiden say:
Love one, no change.